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From the land of
Asia
,
having left sacred Tmolus, I am swift to perform for Bromius my sweet labor and toil easily borne, celebrating the god Bacchus
1
. Who is in the way? Who is in the way? Who? Let him get out of the way indoors, and let everyone keep his mouth pure
2
,
65
speaking propitious things. For I will celebrate Dionysus with hymns according to eternal custom.
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From the land of
Asia
,
having left sacred Tmolus, I am swift to perform for Bromius my sweet labor and toil easily borne, celebrating the god Bacchus
1
. Who is in the way? Who is in the way? Who? Let him get out of the way indoors, and let everyone keep his mouth pure
2
,
65
speaking propitious things. For I will celebrate Dionysus with hymns according to eternal custom.
70
Chorus
Blessed is he who, being fortunate and knowing the rites of the gods, keeps his life pure and
has his soul initiated into the Bacchic revels, dancing in inspired frenzy over the mountains with holy purifications, and who, revering the mysteries of great mother Kybele,
75
brandishing the thyrsos, garlanded with ivy, serves Dionysus. Go, Bacchae, go, Bacchae, escorting the god Bromius, child of a god,
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from the Phrygian mountains to the broad streets of Hellas—Bromius,
85
Blessed is he who, being fortunate and knowing the rites of the gods, keeps his life pure and
has his soul initiated into the Bacchic revels, dancing in inspired frenzy over the mountains with holy purifications, and who, revering the mysteries of great mother Kybele,
75
brandishing the thyrsos, garlanded with ivy, serves Dionysus. Go, Bacchae, go, Bacchae, escorting the god Bromius, child of a god,
80
from the Phrygian mountains to the broad streets of Hellas—Bromius,
85
Chorus
Whom once, in the compulsion of birth pains,
the thunder of Zeus flying upon her, his mother cast from her womb, leaving life by the stroke of a thunderbolt. Immediately Zeus, Kronos’ son,
90
received him in a chamber fit for birth, and having covered him in his thigh shut him up with golden clasps, hidden from Hera. And he brought forth, when the Fates
95
had perfected him, the bull-horned god, and he crowned him with crowns of snakes, for which reason Maenads cloak their wild prey over their locks.
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Whom once, in the compulsion of birth pains,
the thunder of Zeus flying upon her, his mother cast from her womb, leaving life by the stroke of a thunderbolt. Immediately Zeus, Kronos’ son,
90
received him in a chamber fit for birth, and having covered him in his thigh shut him up with golden clasps, hidden from Hera. And he brought forth, when the Fates
95
had perfected him, the bull-horned god, and he crowned him with crowns of snakes, for which reason Maenads cloak their wild prey over their locks.
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Chorus
O
Thebes
, nurse of Semele, crown yourself with ivy, flourish, flourish with the verdant yew bearing sweet fruit, and crown yourself in honor of Bacchus with branches of oak
105
or pine. Adorn your garments of spotted fawn-skin with fleeces of white sheep, and sport in holy games with insolent thyrsoi
3
. At once all the earth will dance—
110
whoever leads the sacred band is Bromius—to the mountain, to the mountain, where the crowd of women waits, goaded away from their weaving by Dionysus.
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O
Thebes
, nurse of Semele, crown yourself with ivy, flourish, flourish with the verdant yew bearing sweet fruit, and crown yourself in honor of Bacchus with branches of oak
105
or pine. Adorn your garments of spotted fawn-skin with fleeces of white sheep, and sport in holy games with insolent thyrsoi
3
. At once all the earth will dance—
110
whoever leads the sacred band is Bromius—to the mountain, to the mountain, where the crowd of women waits, goaded away from their weaving by Dionysus.
115
Chorus
O secret chamber of the Kouretes and you holy Cretan caves, parents to Zeus, where the Korybantes with triple helmet invented for me in their caves this circle,
120
covered with stretched hide; and in their excited revelry they mingled it with the sweet-voiced breath of Phrygian pipes and handed it over to mother Rhea, resounding with the sweet songs of the Bacchae;
125
nearby, raving Satyrs were fulfilling the rites of the mother goddess, and they joined it to the dances of the biennial festivals, in which Dionysus rejoices.
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O secret chamber of the Kouretes and you holy Cretan caves, parents to Zeus, where the Korybantes with triple helmet invented for me in their caves this circle,
120
covered with stretched hide; and in their excited revelry they mingled it with the sweet-voiced breath of Phrygian pipes and handed it over to mother Rhea, resounding with the sweet songs of the Bacchae;
125
nearby, raving Satyrs were fulfilling the rites of the mother goddess, and they joined it to the dances of the biennial festivals, in which Dionysus rejoices.
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Chorus
He is sweet in the mountains
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, whenever after the running dance he falls on the ground, wearing the sacred garment of fawn skin, hunting the blood of the slain goat, a raw-eaten delight, rushing to the
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Phrygian, the Lydian mountains, and the leader of the dance is Bromius, evoe!
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The plain flows with milk, it flows with wine, it flows with the nectar of bees.
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The Bacchic one, raising the flaming torch of pine on his thyrsos, like the smoke of Syrian incense, darts about, arousing the wanderers with his racing and dancing, agitating them with his shouts,
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casting his rich locks into the air. And among the Maenad cries his voice rings deep:
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Go, Bacchae, go, Bacchae, with the luxury of Tmolus that flows with gold,
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sing of Dionysus, beneath the heavy beat of drums, celebrating in delight the god of delight with Phrygian shouts and cries,
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when the sweet-sounding sacred pipe sounds a sacred playful tune suited
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to the wanderers, to the mountain, to the mountain! And the Bacchante, rejoicing like a foal with its grazing mother, rouses her swift foot in a gamboling dance.
165
He is sweet in the mountains
4
, whenever after the running dance he falls on the ground, wearing the sacred garment of fawn skin, hunting the blood of the slain goat, a raw-eaten delight, rushing to the
135
Phrygian, the Lydian mountains, and the leader of the dance is Bromius, evoe!
5
The plain flows with milk, it flows with wine, it flows with the nectar of bees.
140
The Bacchic one, raising the flaming torch of pine on his thyrsos, like the smoke of Syrian incense, darts about, arousing the wanderers with his racing and dancing, agitating them with his shouts,
145
casting his rich locks into the air. And among the Maenad cries his voice rings deep:
6
Go, Bacchae, go, Bacchae, with the luxury of Tmolus that flows with gold,
150
sing of Dionysus, beneath the heavy beat of drums, celebrating in delight the god of delight with Phrygian shouts and cries,
155
when the sweet-sounding sacred pipe sounds a sacred playful tune suited
160
to the wanderers, to the mountain, to the mountain! And the Bacchante, rejoicing like a foal with its grazing mother, rouses her swift foot in a gamboling dance.
165
Bacchae. Euripides. T. A. Buckley (Translator). London. 1850.
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